Last of the Rhyme

You'll put up a statue
and say I'm a poet
When all of you worship
what I'll never know it

And go on to rhyming
what's left in the moment
When statues are showing
the glow of the loment

And I'll be impressed
when the honor is mine
And the statues are tumbling
for the last of the rhyme
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